Coronavirus poem 10: Rule breakers

Yesterday in Lincoln Park,
fifteen or so rule-breakers
assembled under a picnic shelter,
coffee cups in hand, warming
by the wood-fire as if the world
had turned a page, erased
the statistics
on social distancing,

not one of them wearing
a mask. I had to still my teacher voice,
which would have chided them
for this get-together.
All over sixty,
all high-risk.
As I passed, I heard one woman say,
Last week, I felt really angry.