Yesterday hurt.
    An 0-4 day,
    a swing-and-miss Sunday,
    scoreboard bruises that linger
    like foul tips to the chest.

Braves couldn’t catch Orioles before noon.

Dodgers drowned in Seattle rain.

Cardinals blanked at Wrigley—
          but you smiled
          through eleven runs against.

          I’d call that resilience. Mari-style.

Rangers closed it out—
        a left-coast heartbreaker
        lost late to the Padres,

        while Texas already slept.

Oh-four, for sure.
   Perfection: reversed.

But the sun rose on Chicago today,
      and you touched down in ATL—
                back in your city,
                      on my radar.

And tomorrow,
    I chase your shadow east.

Even bad days are good
     with you landing safely home,

     and Our Hugs just a day away.