Daniel “Colorado Dan” Upanishads took a deep breath and surveyed his yoga class.
Emmylou Richards’ lotus has wilted as she struggled to keep herself upright while giggling.
John Dushington’s downward-facing dog was chasing its tail as he repeatedly assumed the position only to fall flat and cry out that the force of gravity had it in for him.
Madison Jung’s leotard had slipped away and her half-moon had become a full moon.
Lance Wladziu’s crane was more of a backhoe, with him wheezing about on the floor in between plaintitive cries for burgers and chips.
“Hmm,” said Colorado Dan. “Maybe these Pot Yoga classes still have a few kinks to be worked out.”