Walking in shapes

Two people move across the street,
walking together to work, briefcases in tow
but their feet and legs are moving
in a circle, as if they’ve got wheels.
A young girl is heading to the coffee shop
and she walks like she’s a triangle.
I think maybe I’m oval, but I’m not sure.
I watch and wait for a hexagon man,
with so many angles, he finds his way easily
despite a little icy dew.
I’m humming a diamond song
as the mailman stops by,
and I wonder if tomorrow will find
people shapes turn three-dimensional
or if we’ll all be trying to toe a line.