Maryann, I think you're stretching Levine a bit. Is the title such a throw-away? I've never read anything else of his in which he does that. The man strikes me as a fiction writer trapped in a poet's body, a little like B.H. Faichild, though not as skilled,IMHO. He writes about what the five senses tell him. I may be wrong, but little I've read of his indicates that he ever employs such far-reaching metaphors.
Lance Levens
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