Poet laureate of the day

Mechanics, toddlers,
your mother's hairdresser.
Everyone gets a turn,
a chance to leave his mark
of engine grease or marmalade
or sharp scent of permanent solution.
Each morning
we wake and sniff the air
to find out
whose turn it is now.

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