Stop ,you bustling crowd, in a road,
Wheresover you are and whenever.

Stop in your tracks and everyone’s.
Freeze as you are, unstuck in time

Like white Himalayan snow caught
In a motionless vortex of the  pines

As a sun that would unfreeze them
At next dawn, himself froze at dusk

A ball of snow that the white widow
Flung at man to freeze  honeymoon.

Stop, bustling crowds in the streets
So you won’t vanish at their corners.