to the snow mound in the super market parking lot

growing
cold gritty mountains
we stare up from my small 
shuddering green Volvo
you ask me what happens when
they run out of places 
to put the snow 
& i tell you about 
the time when i was
in middle school that it
snowed for nearly a week
& no one went anywhere 
& all the windows 
of the house turned white
i thought we'd be buried 
house & all
& somewhere inside
i want that to happen again
want to watch the sky
endless & spilling snowflakes 
the size of mice
we stare up at the dirty snow mound 
& i want to climb it with you
i think of the monstrous
piles after that storm
& my mom warning my brother & i
not to try & scale them
i want more than that though
i want to dig inside
using a gardening shovel,
tunnel to the center
of the snow-mound 
in the supermarket parking lot 
& see how long i can live inside
a temporary world
cold & slick with slow melting
i could give you a tour 
& together we could 
remember warmth
speed up process of snow 
becoming liquid
drip from the ceiling
the gravel of the road collecting
all on the floor
we could sort through it at night
to see if we could find 
any shopping lists or 
misplaced earrings
in the last days my world
would be very small
the pile just the size
of a curled up pig 
hiding its face 
inside 
knees tucked into my chest
a new kind of burial 
the walls melting 
on my back 
a boy on all fours
in the parking lot where
the snow used to be 
come take me home &
tell me that it 
will snow again soon 
remember for me how tall
the snow was 
that i lived in