The answer to last week’s riddle?

     The Turn-Light Traffic Signal !

What you say, love poem? Yes, but only when it turns green, the color of life moving on.  The other colors (and the winking) certainly means that someone must just want to look at me, and hold me stopped; their love possession.  Alas, this may seem paranoiac but I like to think of the world as personal, not some random computer-generated authority.  To whit, the anarchist out of step with Times.