Whose shoes are these?

Behind Lorna Jordan’s River Passage
Signs of life that passed the night
With the roars of the raging rapids.
 
Further down Harvie Passage,
Two mallards dozed on a rock
A pair of shoes on another.
 
Whose shoes are these, you ask.
Did he overdose and think of a bath?
Did he drink too much and dance
His way out of Pearce Estate Park,
Leaving his shoes behind?
 

Whose shoes are these, you ask.
Is he in the southeast floating?
Is he walking on Deerfoot looking?
Is he downtown finding shelter
Or friends he can ply the road together?
MLJ/22/05/2023/VictoriaWeekend