I hope that project developers don't dig poetry.

There is this field of mud and muck

where the dogs run free through 

through the mud and the muck, 

where dog owners wade in their Wellies 

through rain puddles

and the mud and the muck and if they are lucky

can on random days stand here and

catch some unhindered midday sun rays

where on a random moment one just might hear the cries of a 

doodlezak speler fill this open space

with the sound of the bagpipes bellwoing over the sounds of 

all the wooshing cars and trucks 

rushing between Heemstede and Haarlem Noord.

This is an empty space with no allegiance Albert Heijn, nor Dekamarkt, 

or Jumbo, or Lidl or Aldi or Hema here

or so far any signs that sometime soon 

some suit and tie or cashmere

sweater type will rip up this field

for yet another corporate casual cash money 

nieuwebouwwijk and wipeout one

of the last vestiges of raw space alongside

the Houtmanpad,

where one can just wander through

the mud and the muck and the puddles

and smile into the sun in the middle of all this 

simple and raw swampiness

here in Haarlemtown.