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.