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

As 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.

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