Stop in your tracks and everyone’s.
Freeze as you are, unstuck in time
Like white Himalayan snow caught
In the vortex of needles of pines
As sun that would unfreeze them
At next dawn, himself froze at dusk
A ball of snow that a white widow
Flung at man to freeze honeymoon.
Stop, bustling crowds in the streets
So you won’t vanish at the corners.