A Sipper's FillA PoemNik HoffmannMay 06, 202471ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedA Sipper’s Fill Morning’s dew, So; A dripping frond unveils the day. Our passing sky, white blooms parade; kettle on the boil. Faint glowing steam fades off the ground, captured in a cup. So, drink the earth and heavens till you have drank enough.Subscribe