Lifelong litter picker upper Naomi Shihab Nye documents and reflects on the leavings of our existence in keenly observant, probing, unabashed poems. Nye ruminates on the explosion of trash in our world and on related environmental issues, such as plastics in the ocean; on how so much is designed to be thrown away after one use (plastic straws and bottles, post-it notes ...); on the mindset of those who litter, assuming picking up is someone else's job. She also looks at the concept of "trash" through other lenses: the way something found can be a treasure or a surprise or a brief, mysterious glimpse into another life; how people are sometimes viewed as throw-away; and trash talk, including online: "People finding one another across the miles. / And plenty of trash scattered across the air. / You could disappear in there, / get lost so easily, / hours compressing into clicks." (from "Lately the Moon") There is despair, not only because of the trash itself but in references to disregarded lives, especially in today's political climate, but she finds respite in quiet moments ("It's fine not to know how to solve everything / It's still a room to sit in"-from "Pine Cones") and hope in surprise, and in children and teens today: "Nothing a child / ever does / is trash. / It is / practice." ("Nothing") She closes with "Ideas for Writing, Recycling, Reclaiming." (Age 9 and older)